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May 2013
One too many.
Maybe it was one too many.
At least that's what the unicorn said
but then again,
what does he know
of the hardships of life
and the means necessary to avoid them.
It is easy to preach when
your only worry in the world is being magical.

When I was a kid,
I wished to be one
and look how far I got;
I sometimes talk to one.
So it's not one too many.
Not now.
Now, it's one too little
D K
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   Amitav Radiance and Traveler
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